Poetry

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Written by R.A. Loyd   Perhaps madmen belong in caves wherein the Lord receives them tenderly with mercies unknown to a shaking, howling, blasphemous generation.   A mist on the concrete is three oceans to the hermit; the branch of oak is a sight of two colors; to the ascetic Read more

By The Double Edge, ago
Poetry

Heavenly. . .

Written by Victor Stanley Jr.   Dope game, I’ve seen it all Seen the rise plus I’ve seen the falls, Heart full of hate I’ve seen them on those corners squeezing off (guns) Heart full of love I’ve seen it get taken advantage of I’ve seen the pain Plus I’ve Read more

By The Double Edge, ago
Blogs

A Bindi

Written by Dave Lenehan   We might call it a pebble, a piece of dirt, a thorn or a pine needle.  The Aussies – at least according to former Newsboy frontman Peter Furler – call it a “bindi.”  It is a tiny, sharp-needled seed usually found on the beach in Australia.  Used as slang, the word means that little pointy, prickly thing that sometimes gets stuck in our foot walking on the beach or in our shoe just walking around the neighborhood.  And while its actual size is usually small, it feels like a 6-inch thick arrow tip with spikes sticking out of it.   No matter how much you might move your foot around or adjust your sock, it doesn’t go away.  That bindi stays there until you stop, remove your footwear and pluck it out. (more…)

By The Double Edge, ago